“Life is short.” “You only live once.”
Those phrases have become platitudes. But as time passes in my life, I’m acutely more and more aware of how little time I have alive—even if I live to a ripe, old age—and how precious that time is.
Death isn’t something that will always happen to someone else. It will happen to me. And to you. Life has a 100 percent mortality rate.
I’m 35 now. The average life expectancy a thousand years ago was 30. Holy crap.
A while ago, it really struck me when I read somewhere that no one dies of old age. There is no such thing as dying of old age. A stroke, heart failure, cancer—it’s always something horrible that gets you. And one in five of us won’t even make it to “old age.”
So knowing your time is limited, how are you going to use today? What kind of artist do you want to be remembered as? Mediocre? Or a legend?
If you’ve been dreaming about moving to the big city and pursuing your dream, do it. If you’ve been kicking around that screenplay idea, but been procrastinating, do it. Write it now, because if you die tomorrow, the world will never have had a chance to be impacted by it. If you’re
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